What had seemed like a few isolated cases had broken out into a full fledged epidemic. The stories had been almost unbelievable. Talk of modern day, real life zombies had seemed far fetched, but as the number of cases grew, it became more obvious that this was more than a hoax.

Within a matter of weeks, things went to hell. There seemed to be no force on earth that could stop the cannibalistic hoards, even the military failing.
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Daryl packed up food and supplies in Violet's minivan. The two had never been particularly close before this ordeal, never having much in common other than attending the same classes. They'd decided to escape together after their school had been overrun, neither of them having a family to travel with.

"You ready to go?" He called to his classmate. He'd finished packing. "Just a minute." She called back, lugging a large bag and tossing it into the back seat. "Ok, now I'm ready." She got behind the wheel of the car and Daryl hopped into the passenger side. Where they were going, they didn't really know, but anything was better than being in such a highly populated area. They needed to get out in the country.

After driving for a couple of hours, the two stumbled upon a farm house. It seemed to be safe enough. It was secure and didn't seem to be occupied. It was old, and not very insulated, but it would do for a night or two while the students formed a plan.